• Sez Kristiansen


Let bird’s beak nestle twig into your hair.

Let her create warm nest that home her young

in those strands that have spent years under iron & dye.

Let snail leave silky trail

across those soles that

have carried you great distances

without ever having arrived at a destination.

And let bee make honey from your

sorrows, a little pollen gathered from each

flowered wound.

Let spindrifts wash your tired face,

salty dew cleansing away years of armour.

Let daisies furbelow your toes

and spider web its thread through open cuts

like stitches.

Let roots grow,


from ever skin cell reaching towards your centre,

weaving you in from corner to corner

into heart’s home.

Let butterflies

escape your lips,

one transformative spell at a time.

Let moss grow in your darkness,

granting you direction

towards earnest liberation.

Let mind be as it is. A vast sky of space

allowing each cloud a right of passage.

Let yourself stand still, long enough for

ivy to enshroud you, willow enfold you, the fern unfurl you,

and earth to hold you…

And all will be healed.

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